I would never write a poem about you. .
Rather I'd trip over feelings that are so true
Trying to attack.
Relive, transpire.
The feelings we once knew.
But I'd never write a poem about you.
Not about the poisoned filled lips that kissed my worried cheeks
Or the mesmerizing way you walked
Oh how you walked so keen.
No never would I speak of the way I fell in love without plan
Especially when I fell & you just ran
Why waste a rhyme scheme
Why waste the precious words I've developed to address my emotions
When I was a 3 & you were a 10
Now all I have is us in my dreams
**** this reality
I would never write a poem about you
As if there weren't already a million written just stuck in my head